Back to reality

Straight back into the deep end after a week of utter relaxation. Dog food, cat food all gone, so had to feed them smoked salmon for breakfast. The dogs wolfed it down, the cats turned up their noses. There's a surprise. Mango and Biggles have never yet eaten anything but their cat pellets. A roast chicken on the table doesn't elicit a sniff! Something to be thankful for, I reckon.
Today the heavens opened and a river ran through the garden, taking whatever leaves and loose grass cuttings lay in its path and depositing it all in a high tide mark against the back fence. Rivulets of sand resembling dry riverbeds in a desert run from back to front, and any compost I might have added over the last fewweeks is now in the plot next door. No wonder the garden still looks like a patch of beach sand after 33 years. Perhaps I should have gone for a water feature rather than flowerbeds.
It's pitch dark and not yet 7pm. Next week is the winter solstice and I for one am really looking forward to longer days, despite the fact that winter only officially begins on the solstice and clouds may obscure the sun, it's always cheering to know we have swung back towards summer.